User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20160811145125/@comment-1298206-20161116212216

''Grimear's eyes became slits as he heard this. He muttered quietly to Feffle as the grip on his sword hilt tightened.'' "Y'know what t'do, bucko. Never give up, never surrender. Blood an' vinegar an' all that, y'know." With that, the hare captain drew his corsair from his sash and lunged at Serrano. "Eulaliiiaaaaaaaa!"